The beauty of a cold climate is that you can dress appropriately for it, possibly the one failing of hotter, humid environs. This weekend in Sydney was stifling. The trees wouldn’t move a leaf for fear of breaking some kind of listless covenant in honour of our return home. When it’s cold you layer up, but when it’s hot there’s only so much you can strip off until you’re down to your birthday suit which was fortuitous timing (I suppose) being Bodhi & my birthday weekend.
The thematic inspiration for our combined Saturday affair was sourced 
from that much maligned humble haircut - The Mullet (All business at the front, party at the back). The business half was Bodhi’s – a regimented afternoon schedule of organised games to keep the little sugar vacuums entertained. The party bit, a slight misnomer, all mine – kids asleep, adults relaxing with some nice food and drink under the stars.
At Bodhi’s request we decked out the backyard in princess pink pom poms, streamers and balloons. I’ll admit, a little self-centered part of me wonders if/when this princess tiara phase will wear off, but the selfless part just says chillax, so I did (Buddha would be proud). Despite comments of a wedding chapel semblance to our backyard, the only vows exchanged were to ensure that we come home more regularly.
After the 34 degree heat and unbearable humidity of Sydney, flying back to Melbourne’s much more sensible 16 degrees was a cool blessing. Bodhi celebrated his transition to boyhood by sleeping sans nappy.
They grow up so fast.
Happy birthday my boy,
Minas.
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